With her clothes undulating into a thousand colors,
Even when she walks you would think she was dancing,Or think of those tall serpents the holy jugglersWeave into ecstasies at the ends of their wands.Like Algeria, like the flat blue over it, —Charles Baudelaire, translated by George Starbuck
One response to “With her clothes undulating into a thousand colors,”
and she WAS dancing last night, wasn’t she?! and you caught her in the south and west at the same time!